Theo is going to preschool!
Yipeee! Woohoo! High fives all around!!!
I’m a teensy bit excited.
We’ve had a good run, Theo and I, but it’s time for us to spread our wings and explore a little time and space away from each other.
Fly free, little bird!
Do all stay at home moms feel this way? Theo and I have been inseparable since day one when I would sit for hours beside his incubator in the NICU. Those days turned into weeks of being shut in together at home while we waited for him to gain strength, weight, and immunity. We weren’t so much attached at the hip as we were at the boob as I would wear him in my ring sling around the clock. He was too small for a stroller, and we never even got an infant car carrier because we couldn’t take him anywhere. It was just me and Theo, in our tiny loft apartment, day in and day out.
And yet, here we are, four point five years later, ready to send him off to preschool.
And I do mean, ready.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my little buddy more than anything. I think I’m just ready for the opportunity to miss him, you know? We’ve never used child care, he has never gone to day care, and he has never been involved in a program where I just drop him off (except for Sunday School each week). That is a lot of togetherness. And it’s been great. But all good things must come to an end, and I’m excited for this next chapter in our lives!
Last week, Theo and I spent the day together getting ready for preschool. We went out to lunch at his favorite place with Theo wearing his fireman jacket and baseball cap. I put Theo’s lunch money in his wallet so that he could order and pay himself, something that makes him feel so grown up. As we walked through the restaurant, Theo stopped to say hello to everyone he saw, and in return, was greeted with hellos and lots of compliments on his jacket. This kid has never met a stranger, I tell you. Everyone wants to talk to him!
As we were sitting down with our meal, Theo looked at me and said, “Mommy, we are on a date!”
My heart rose to my throat and I managed to smile and say, “We sure are buddy!”
He then went on to talk about farts and poop and my emotional moment was over.
We spent that afternoon at the doctor’s office where Theo had his preschool physical. It was so strange to watch him do something so grown up!
We stopped on the way home to take a few photos together. This is, after all, a big moment in our lives. Theo made me a mom, and now, he is making me an official mother of a preschooler. I’m proud of him. I’m proud of me. We made it guys!!!